"I cannot believe you just asked me that and I'm going to try to forget that you did although I don't think it's possible. I will leave one thing clear . . . I have never given you a reason to distrust me, George. I never gave you a reason to think these things of me and it hurts me that you believe them. I want you and only you but it's clear to me that you do not feel the same way. Your insecurities are stronger than I thought we were. The only reason we won't last is because you don't want us to." I whispered, a lone tear rolling down my cheek.
Running down the stairs I finally let my tears fall freely. In the common room I ran into Fred who looked alarmed when he saw me. When he saw the look on his face his expression grew more worrisome but before he could get a word out I ran away. I figured that if he went looking for me, which I doubt but you never know, he would know where to go but I don't want to be found by him or anyone else right now. Thankfully Harry has the map and no one will see where I was going.
I veered left and ran past the Barnabas portrait a few seconds later. I asked for what I wanted and a door appeared after walking past the wall three times. The inside looked like a small apartment; there was a small living area, kitchen, and even a "bedroom" type space.
There was so much hurt going through me but so much anger also that my hands were shaking when I grabbed the things to make some tea. I dropped a mug, completely shattering it and that is when the sadness and hurt really took over. Sitting on the ground tears fell fast as I sobbed. How could he honestly think that about me? It's the first time we ever argue and I think that this could just well be what breaks us up permanently.
I mean how can we come back from something like this? How can I forget that he thinks so little of me? That he cannot and does not trust the relationship that we have - had. I cannot believe that he would give so much credit to gossip and nosy people but that's how the wind blows I guess.
Hours passed while I sat in the Room of Requirement and I couldn't figure out how to leave but I knew that I had to. By the time I did it was starting to get dark, dinner wasn't for another hour so I didn't have to see anyone just yet, not that I wanted to see anyone. I made my way to the Gryffindor Tower once more and managed to go to the girls' dormitory without being seen. Much to my luck, it was also empty so I went straight for my bed.
Suddenly the door to the dormitory burst open; Ginny and Hermione ran into the room. Ginny look flustered and Mione looked very scared and worried. Their heads whipped around the room until they found me.
"Where have you been?" Mione demanded.
"We've been looking for you all day! George was going crazy." Gin said.
"I highly doubt that but for your information, I was just fine. I needed some space for a little while and I wanted to be alone. I did not know there was anything wrong with that." I said.
"What are you on about? He's been looking for you everywhere, came back going crazy when he went to your "spot" and you weren't there." She said.
"Come on, we must tell George that you are fine and that we found you." Mione said with relief.
"I'm not going if you feel the need to tell him anything you can go without me. I'm not hungry anyway so I don't have to go down for dinner . . ."
"Oh get off it! I know the two of you had a row but I don't know what it was about since no one will tell me anything. I do know that Fred had a row with George after you ran out and crying you were according to Fred. Come on, we're going to dinner." Ginny stated.
"I'm not going anywhere Ginny and I honestly don't want to see anyone especially not your brother. Go eat dinner and I'll probably see you tomorrow for breakfast, by the time Mione gets back I'll probably be asleep." I told her.
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Lumos
FanfictionBook 1: Lumos Book 2: Unnamed Alaia Mitchell is the daughter of famous Quidditch player and head of the Magical Games and Sports department in the Ministry of Magic. She's about to start her fourth year with the golden trio, more like the golden qua...